Same old hands

the numbers

bpm

136

key

C minor

energy

0.71

dance

0.94

valence

0.40

vocal at

4.2s

length

4:07

language

No

lyrics

You set your cup down on the sill of the inn

Your wool coat still has salt at the cuffs and hem

The window held a gray fjord with no wind in

We laughed too quickly, then stared at the steam in them

Your ring still bites the same finger bone

My gloves still smell like cedar and rain

We met in the same old harbor stone

And nothing moved, except the ache stayed plain

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

And that is the hurt of it

You still tap ash in the same blue tray

I still fold napkins into squares by the plate

The clock above us dragged the same slow way

And every pause came back with the same old weight

Your laugh hit the glass like it did before

My mouth knew the shape before I could speak

We stood by the coat rack, one step from the door

With the same torn hems and the same thin creek

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

And that is the hurt of it

Outside, the harbor was white with sleet

Inside, the kettle climbed to a thin high cry

You brushed a crumb from the bread on your seat

I saw us leave in the salt of your eye

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

Same old hands

And that is the hurt of it